Matilda dreaded today. She dressed slowly, her hands trembling slightly at the thought of seeing her master. If she didn't need his help she would have never gone to see that sadist.
"Tell the servant to ready my horse.'' She ordered the maid stationed at the door.
The woman bowed and left, Matilda glanced at the mirror, hiding her unease beneath a calm façade.
She left the castle wall, and outside, her winged horse was standing in wait. She mounted her horse, unaware of the eyes watching her in secret.
A black hooded figure tailed Matilda, seeing her take to the sky, a transparent wing formed at the figure's back.
He cast a spell to camouflage himself and followed her from a careful distance, avoiding detection.
Matilda opened the dome and passed through, not before a flash of light passed at the nick of time.
They flew over cities toward a distant mountain range. Matilda's speed reduced; she controlled her horse and dashed down towards a mountain peak.
